The Small Town Called Aurora

Grace Smith was sitting on her back porch for the thousandth time. She was looking into the woods, for the eyes that were so familiar to her, the eyes that would always return her stare, but their gaze were just so meaningful. She just kept waiting to see the tiniest glimpse of gold, but she had not yet spotted anything. Shouldn't he be out here by now...? Grace thought as she pulled the scarf over her mouth. It was snowing, which meant it was Winter. And Grace knew that during Winter her wolf would be out, and she wanted to see her wolf so bad, even though she sees him everyday. She felt like she should always be with him.... but she knew it wouldn't be possible.... since he was a wolf.

Blake slowly and cautiously walked threw the snow covered woods heading towards the edge of the woods where he would sit and watch over the girl he once saved and now loved. They have the unforsaken bond where they would just sit and stare at each other for long periods of time. Blake heard a rustle in the leaves of the woods and lowered his body into the snow and looked around trying to find what was moving around, it was just a little snow rabbit making its way back to its hole. Blake could see the lights of her house now and was just a few feet away from the edge of the woods, He made to his normal spot and laid down in the snow if it wasn't for his black fur it would be very hard to spot him in the snow. He raised his head and looked for his love and found her sitting on the porch.